"He's dead. I should've known. When you told me that his mom left, I should've known right then. You're supposed to be able to protect them, you know? These kids coming up in here, I'm telling them a bunch of stuff that's bullshit. It's bullshit. "It's gonna be all right." "You can control your destiny." "You could control this, you could control that." You can't control shit. What the fuck, man? The fuck? What is this? What kind of, what kind of shit is this? God must have some kind of plan to teach me some kind of lesson. I just can't figure out what it is."
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